Eighteen, and Winter (9)
Ajusshi freaked out at my words, waving his hands frantically.
"W-what are you talking about? Don't say weird stuff like that, please…."
He looked horrified, backing away. It was obvious he thought he absolutely couldn't do it. But this ajusshi was clearly misunderstanding something. I said touch it, not touch me—who asked him to?
"Hurry up and touch it! Like this!"
I half-rose from the sofa and grabbed his thick wrist with both hands, yanking hard. Since he'd been hesitating, it was easier than I expected to pull him in. While he froze in surprise, I forced his hand onto my head.
The moment his palm touched my crown, his shoulders twitched visibly. His face was beet red, but I ignored it, pressing my head firmly into his palm with a grin.
"…Haa, you really…."
Ajusshi sighed suddenly, staring at me. His face looked tense, like he was anxious about something, but then he smiled a little, which meant I hadn't done anything wrong.
As that thought crossed my mind, his stationary hand began to move slowly.
"Mmm~ Yeah~"
I found myself humming happily without realizing it, thanks to the gentle stroking. He was pretty skilled, running his fingers through my hair in a way that felt amazing. It was so strange. His hand was so big and rough, yet just the touch made me feel so good.
Before I knew it, the lingering awkwardness vanished, and the sensation of his fingers weaving through my strands emptied my mind into a white haze. I couldn't hold back anymore and grabbed his large hand tightly with both of mine.
"Seojin-ah?"
His surprised voice reached me, but instead of answering, I lay back on the sofa without letting go. His upper body tilted toward me helplessly, pulled by my grip. His breathing now sounded much closer than before.
But with my eyes closed, I focused every nerve on the tips of his fingers hovering over my crown.
"Ajusshi, your hand stopped."
I murmured softly in a husky voice, and the hesitant motion resumed, slower this time. Now it delved deeper, ruffling my hair and massaging my scalp gently as it stroked down.
"Mmm… Hnng…."
The more he touched, the more it tickled deep inside my chest—unbearably so. And it was hot, and it felt so good, it was weird. That unidentified voice from earlier rumbled inside me again.
It feels good… Do it more, more….
Another strange echo, but by now, I didn't care. As I grew intoxicated by that odd resonance, I started hallucinating flickers in front of my closed eyes—like white flashes, or my chest burning like it might burst. I didn't hate it at all; I gripped his wrist tighter.
The more he touched, the more my head filled with fluffy clouds. The voice inside kept craving his touch, and with it, my vision flickered hazily.
A little more….
As my mind grew foggy, I suddenly remembered Dali from Chairman Han's house. Come to think of it, everyone in ajusshi's family was weak to small, cute things. Ajusshi must be the same. No wonder he was so good at this—it had to be from doting on little animals like Dali.
That means he could make me feel even better here, right?
That realization made my eyes snap open. When people pet dogs, they don't just do the head—they stroke the neck or belly too. I clearly remembered how Dali wagged his tail like crazy when his belly was scratched.
I slowly released ajusshi's wrist. He flinched at the sudden loss of warmth and paused his hand. Still lying on the sofa, I lifted my head slightly to look up at him.
"Ajusshi, ajusshi~"
"Y-yeah…? What's up, Seojin-ah?"
He hurriedly pulled his hand away as he spoke. I smirked, wriggling my sprawled body on the sofa a bit. Then, without hesitation, I hooked my fingers under the hem of my hoodie and lifted it lightly.
"Eek…!"
Ajusshi gulped suddenly.
"Here."
I rolled it up enough to fully expose my belly, undeterred.
"Pet my belly too!"
Ajusshi froze completely, like he'd seen something he shouldn't. His eyes shook like there was an earthquake as he gaped at me blankly. I couldn't understand why he was so shocked.
"Ajusshi?"
When I called again, he finally snapped out of it and whipped his head away. His face was already ripe-tomato red.
"Y-you… You really! Hurry, put your shirt down!"
"Why? You did my head, so why not my belly?"
"Th-that's not the same! Anyway, no way! Cover up!"
His stammering, firm refusal pissed me off. If he didn't want to, fine—but did he have to get so serious? Feeling stubborn, I sat up on the sofa and reached for his hand.
"What's so bad about it? You were doing great just now! Come on, do it!"
"I said no! L-let go! Get away!"
Every time I grabbed for his wrist, he shrieked and dodged desperately. No trace of his earlier calm tension—he was flailing like touching me would cause disaster.
"That's not fair! You're an expert, ajusshi! Hurry, hurry!"
"Who's an expert?! Aish, seriously… Seojin-ah, please!"
The more he resisted, the more defiant I got, until I was clinging to his waist like a koala. He tried to pry me off; I kicked and flailed to stay on. The living room turned into total chaos.
"Let go, Seojin-ah! Please…!"
He reached to push my shoulders, but flinched away the instant his palm neared my body. He could've shoved me off easily with his strength, but he couldn't bring himself to touch me, leaving him flustered.
That made it even easier for me to hang on. While he hesitated, I seized the chance, gripping his shirt hem tighter and burrowing into his chest.
"Don't be a wimp—hurry! Just like you do with Dali!"
"Y-you're not Dali… Haa, you won't listen!"
As I stubbornly clung to his waist, he stumbled back, flailing to shake me off.
"Aish, really…! You're driving me crazy. Why are you doing this to me…."
His voice nearly cracked like he might cry as he twisted away dramatically. Tangled together, we lost balance—his foot caught on the sofa leg, and he toppled backward. I, clutching his shirt like a lifeline, tumbled right on top of him.
"Whoa!"
"Wha—?!"
Thud! The floor shook with a crash. Ajusshi winced, groaning shortly—his back must've hit hard. But I didn't feel a thing. When I came to, I was straddling his chest, sprawled flat on the floor-bound ajusshi.
The distance was much closer now. His ragged breaths washed over my crown directly. Stunned—maybe from the impact, maybe the situation—he stared up at me with wide eyes.
"Got. You."
I buried my face in his chest and chuckled quietly. He kept gazing blankly, still dazed. Victory surged through me, curving my lips upward. I slowly pushed up with my upper body, looking down at him. As I shifted my hips to pin him down and prevent escape, something unexpectedly firm jolted me.
It was definitely his belly, but it didn't sink softly at all. Contrary to expectations of squishiness, it felt like solid rock.
What’s so hard?
The sensation under my butt was like sitting on polished stone. How firm were his abs to not budge under my weight? Curious, I pressed down a bit more. No give whatsoever.
Next, I planted both hands on his chest and pressed.
"Whoa…."
The heavy thickness transmitting through my palms made me swallow. Just as firm here. I'd never noticed under his clothes, but ajusshi's body was no joke. His pecs felt insanely taut, like his shirt might rip any second. They filled my palms completely, solidly built. Stripped, it'd be impressive. Even when I'd worked out hard before becoming Seojin, I'd never gotten close to this.
Ajusshi, why’s your body so good?
Amazed, I poked and prodded his chest everywhere. But the more I touched, the more a throbbing vibration pulsed beneath my palms.
Thump, thump, thump.
It wasn't normal—the pounding through my hands was intense. At first, I thought it was just fast, but feeling closely, it was really fast. Any quicker, and his chest might actually explode.
Ajusshi, you’re not actually hurt somewhere, are you?
Worried, I looked up at his face. It was even worse than before. Tomato—no, beyond tomato, flushed crimson. He stared up blankly. Definitely weird. But I had no intention of backing down.
"Ajusshi, if you keep refusing…."
I slowly lifted my hands from his chest. Then I crooked all ten fingers like claws, posing like a beast threatening prey.
"I'll grope you all over!"
At my declaration of war, his eyes shook even more wildly, darting everywhere.